At the beach…
Jarred and Mrs. Ronin are sitting on a towel and facing the lake. Jarred's arm is resting around Mrs. Ronin's shoulders and she is leaning on him.
"I think it's getting late…", Mrs. Ronin said, indicating that she wants to go to her room and call it a night.
"Don't go yet. Let me do something...", Jarred pleaded. "I can rub your shoulders. Are you chilly? I can hold you closer. Are you hungry? I can bring some snacks. Bored maybe? I will tell you a story…"
Mrs. Ronin laughed. Why is Jarred desperate to hold her here?
"What kind of a story?", she asked with amusement apparent in her voice.
"Any story. What do you want to hear? I can make up one."
Mrs. Ronin smiled. "Jarred… we are not kids. I want to rest. We can talk more tomorrow."
Jarred sighed. "I fear that you might change your mind by morning."
"Change my mind? About what?"
